Sunday morning we get up, dress in our best, and make our way to the church in the middle of town. The church is crowded with people and hot. It’s only nine in the morning but the sun has already warmed the earth and the too many people in this building. The sweat beads up on my forehead and matts my curls to my scalp. I know I look rugged, but then again so does everyone else.

The sermon is a good one. This is the first time I have ever listened to anyone besides our own preacher. Reverend Howard back home, is an Elderly man with a monotone voice and dull stories. Reverend Stephens, However, is a man closer to my age, who is much more interesting to listen to. Listening to him tell us his stories almost put the heat out of my mind, almost anyway. I look around the small church and scan the crowd for familiar faces. It’s almost funny. I have been here for less than a week but have already had more conversations with these people than most of the people I have been around my whole life. My eyes settle on Beau. He is sitting in the pew across the aisle from us. Just as I see him, he looks up at me and flashes me a million dollar smile that melts my heart, just a little and brings heat to my cheeks. I smile back at him and return my attention to the sermon. Out of the corner of my eye I can see Carolyn elbowing Anna and whispering in her ear.

When church lets out everyone empties out onto the lawn of the church and we all stand around talking. I am introduced to several people who come up to talk to Carolyn and her husband. Some people recognized Anna, and come to talk to her. Her face lights up each time someone approached her. It is so nice to see Anna this way. At home she is overworked and under appreciated. Seeing her this week, all smiles and all chatter around family, makes me feel so bad for the way that I treat her. Her and Jackie are the only ones who have ever shown me any kind of affection and while I showered Jackie in it in kind, I hardly ever even showed Anna a shred of kindness. For now, it shall be different. I wish I could do something for her, I wish she could be treated like this all the time.

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